Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Dawns breaking

I woke a little later than usual this morning, about 5:30. I could see the shapes of trees. Soon enough, well perhaps not soon enough, but soon, 5:30 will be the right time for sitting on the front porch sipping coffee, dressed in warm woolly things to protect from the early morning damp chill.

A finished photo of the blankie. Its the perfect size for snuggling under, bowl of popcorn in hand, while watching a good movie on a chilly evening. Not too big to have hanging around the living room, not too small to be cozy under. It came out close to what I predicted, 40 inches by 50. Perfect.

Brenda of Brenda Knits is right though. When you work this long on a project this big,you become attaches. There is a little lull after that is hard to fill. I expect it is going to take a few days to really settle into something new.

In the meantime, I am knitting on small things. It would be a great time for socks, but I think my socks are at River City and so they will remain till at least next week. The last time I remember seeing them, they were sitting on a small ledge beside the table. I could have sworn I picked them up, but they are not here anywhere.

Not having socks around to work on means I am forced to knit on other things. I would like to finish the pretty little yellow Ossilloscope scarf I am working on and then there are some spring tops which it would be nice to finish up before spring is done. I will choose to look at forgetting as a blessing.

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About Me

'Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.'
- Robertson Davies
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These are my words to live by.
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When I was a kid one of my earliest memories of grandmas house was of all the aunties getting together to make wool quilts. My Uncle took off the table top and set up the quilt frame somehow on the table legs. We kids would sit under the table and watched the needles go through, and the hands turning moving swiftly along. Seeing a quilt being made from the underside is not something you forget. Sleeping under something that you saw being made right from the carding of the wool is not something you forget either. My Auntie Lorraine who loved to embroider and crochet taught my sister and I outline stitch embroidery for tea towels, pillow cases, and dresser scarves. There were always crocheted doilies and antimacassars at her house too. I have been fascinated by needle and threads since then. I can't pick a favourite among string and needle things. I sew, do crosstitch, needlepoint, hardanger, blackwork, and embroideries of all kinds. I crochet and tat, and now I knit too. Did I leave anything out? Tell me. I'll probably need to learn that too. It's a compulsion. And now I spin. Did I mention I have a small loom? And now a much bigger loom? Like I said, this is clearly a compulsion.